It was the summer of 95
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(so what?)
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in the backyard
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shaving the old plies
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feeling so strong
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something went wrong
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straight into my finger
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what a stinger it was so long
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I still remember
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that day like the day that I said
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that I swear
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"i'll never hurt myself again"
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but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
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to be wrong
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to be wrong
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I've got to keep holding on...
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they always played a slow song.
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When they come for me
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I'll be sitting at my desk
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with a gun in my hand
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wearing a bulletproof vest
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singing my my my
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how the time does fly
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when you know you're going to die
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by the end of the night
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say hey
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I still remember when
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we were young and fragile then
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no one gave a shit about us
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because times were tougher then
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feeling so good
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cruising the hood
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straight into the real world
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rich kids never understood
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but I don't care
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I can fade away to anywhere
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don't stop because you might get dropped
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and if you do
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who's going to pick you up
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well I won't...
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they always played a slow song
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When they come for me
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I'll be sitting at my desk
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with a gun in my hand
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wearing a bulletproof vest
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singing my my my
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how the time does fly
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when you know you're going to die
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by the end of the night
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say hey
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When they come for me
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I'll be sitting at my desk
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with a gun in my hand
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wearing a bulletproof vest
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singing my my my
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how the time does fly
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when you know you're going to die
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by the end of the night
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When they come for me
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I'll be sitting at my desk
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with a gun in my hand
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wearing a bulletproof vest
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singing my my my
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how the time does fly
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when you know you're going to die
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by the end of the night
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When they come for me
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I'll be sitting at my desk
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with a gun in my hand
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wearing a bulletproof vest
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singing my my my
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how the time does fly
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when you know you're going to die
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by the end of the night
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say hey
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Keasbey Nights
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Catch 22 |